Please don't ask me what I was thinking, I don't know winks
"...sometimes firm foundations are built
on the decency of merciful lies..."
Broken!
The wind beat about like a jobless mind.
Up in the skies,
the clouds appeared indecisive -
whether to pour off rain or shine.
Just in the open street, a goat was bleating,
angry at no one in particular.
It was a normal morning or so it appeared
like the morning before and those before it.
But he was broken!
She had died in her own truth
He wished now she could have lied.
And as he stared into nothingness,
the stray goat kept bleating.
He screamed. He wailed. Tears were easy.
He went outside.
Picked up a stick and chased the goat.
It ran off, bleating still.
Karma was punishing him.
He went back in - spent
He didn't desire to be fixed.
He thought about their good times,
things he would never have again.
He blamed himself.
But she should have known!
It is rarely on love that the strongest and lasting foundations are built.
Sometimes, firm foundations are built
on the decency of merciful lies.
Broken, trapped in a house of mirrors,
He begged the devil to bend a nagging truth!
